Chapter 49: Inescapable Death Doraemon Plane, a Japanese restaurant in Nerima District, Tokyo "Cheers to celebrate Doraemon paying off his debts and getting rid of the troubles of loan sharks" Sitting in a large box covered with tatami mats, Wang Qiu, Ma Tong, Professor Guo, Marikawa Shizuka, Nan Lixiang, Hansel, Grete, Nobita Nobita, Minamoto Shizuka, Onikawa Xiaoo, Takeda Takeda , and Doraemon's sister Doraemon raised their glasses together to congratulate Doraemon.
"Well, cheers, cheers, everyone.
In the past few days, I have come to understand how unbearable it is to owe loan sharks."
Doraemon, with a red face, drank a glass of sake in one gulp, and said with emotion, "Everyone, let your belly go and enjoy this meal, I'll treat you to it."
After everyone clinked glasses with each other, they drank it all in one gulp.
Then they put down their glasses and began to attack the dazzling array of Japanese food on the table.
On several tables arranged in a zigzag shape, there were dishes such as raw tuna meat and Japanese fried rice.
Various Japanese dishes such as shrimp, thick egg omelet, octopus dumplings, chawanmushi, grilled saury, tempura, fried pork cutlet, beef sukiyaki, and the Dorayaki that is essential for Doraemon.
Although the number of dishes was pitifully small, the colors were very bright and bright.
The adults drank sake and the minors drank juice and cola, and they were enjoying themselves for a while.
"Hey, if it weren't for the loan shark that Doraemon owed, maybe none of us would be able to gather here."
A clear and mellow liquid once again slowly flowed from the small white porcelain bottle into the small wine cup the size of the belly of your thumb.
The purple-haired and brown-skinned Nan Lixiang was obviously a little drunk at this time, so she picked up the wine glass and drank it down.
Then he stared at the empty wine cup and muttered incoherently: "It's really good stuff.
By the way, Wang Qiujun, do you still remember when was the first time you drank alcohol in your life?"
"I'm sorry, I don't remember much."
Wang Qiu, who was holding a wine bottle and pouring wine for her, replied from the side, "It must have been a long time ago."
"Really, it's such a pity," Nan Lixiang continued after giving herself another glass of sake, "I still remember the first time I drank before participating in the first battle.
At that time, everyone was still a police academy student, but suddenly they were going to encircle and suppress the enemy.
Gun-wielding gangsters make everyone feel unsure.
I didn't care about discipline, so I collected some money and bought some wine to calm my shock.
As a result, I choked and spilled half of the wine on the ground.
Looking back, among the classmates who secretly drank at that time, I was probably the only one left alive.
Being alone, life is really a helpless thing."
Recalling the past events that happened in another world, former policewoman Nan Lixiang's eyes suddenly seemed to become a little hazy.
"Then you are really an obedient and good boy, Sister Nan.
You probably didn't drink for the first time until you reached the legal age, right?
Unlike us curious bad boys who secretly collected money to buy alcohol in middle school, even though it was just beer.
Just canned sweet wine.”
Wang Qiu clinked glasses with her with a smile, then tilted his neck and drank all the sake in his glass.
This Japanese sake is sweet and tastes like low-alcohol rice wine, but it tastes a little different.
It was a bit sticky and had a long lasting aftertaste, but the alcohol content was actually much higher than that of rice wine.
Wang Qiu, who miscalculated and had an average alcohol capacity, felt a little tipsy after drinking a few glasses in a row.
"Doraemon, first of all, congratulations on paying off your debt and getting what you wanted.
Secondly, after paying off so many loan sharks with compound interest rates, do you still have money to pay for today's banquet?
Don't let the store owner do it then.
I will deduct it and ask you to wash the dishes to pay the bill."
He shouted to Doraemon through his drunkenness, "Otherwise, it's better that we come to treat the guests, don't hold on for the sake of face."
"It should be fine.
I've paid off the loan shark I owed to the bank, as well as the money I borrowed from Kazuki Koizumi's organization.
I also paid off the credit card for buying magical props at the Mirai Department Store.
In the end, there's about two thousand left.
Ten thousand yen should be enough.”
Doraemon, who had also drank a lot, said with some inarticulate speech, "So just go ahead and eat and drink as much as you want."
"It's really good to have an income of 20 million yuan just from the last remaining fraction."
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Hearing this number, Mr.
Onikawa, who was not very clear about the amount of Doraemon's debt, immediately held up a glass of juice and was astonished, "You have become an angel and a hero this time, saving thousands of lives."
Tens of millions of people in Li can earn so much money.
It’s really a combination of fame and fortune.”
Wang Qiu and Ma Tong exchanged glances and decided not to expose some unscrupulous and inhumane secrets, so as not to poison the hearts of children.
But Professor Guo burped and sneered, "Save the people, maybe we did drag some people out of the hell of the Black Death, but who knows what is waiting for them next.
Isn’t it another hell that’s even more terrifying?”
These slightly sarcastic words immediately aroused the unanimous dissatisfaction of Wang Qiu and others: No matter how much private goods were caught in the process of saving sentient beings, or how much money was squeezed out, at least so many lives were saved because of the time-travelers.
They have worked hard to survive, so they have always considered themselves to be compassionate and meritorious.
Unexpectedly, Professor Guo is now looking at him with such disdain.
It is simply intolerable.
"What do you mean by this?
Is it wrong for us to save these medieval Europeans?"
Marikawa Shizuka frowned.
"No matter what era you are in, it is absolutely right to save lives, but it is even more difficult to do a good job in the aftermath."
Professor Guo stretched out his hand to pour himself a glass of sake, and replied slowly, "During the Black Death in Europe in 1348, relying on Doraemon's magical props, we saved Marseille, Avignon, Saved Rome, Toulon, Nice, and Florence Sa, Pisa, Padua, Verona, Venice, Athens, Geneva, Vienna, Barcelona and many other famous European cities have allowed millions of citizens to survive.
But have you noticed that in these saved cities?
What common problems exist among places?”
"I really can't see the common problem."
Wang Qiu rolled his eyes and thought again and again, but still couldn't think of anything.
"The common problem is that these were big cities.
The vast majority of medieval Europeans we saved were urban populations."
Professor Guo sighed, "But what should we do in the countryside?
The agricultural population in the countryside is still dying in large numbers from the Black Death.
But crops don't grow in the city, and food can't be grown.
Don't forget, there were no pesticides in Europe in the Middle Ages.
Due to chemical fertilizers and agricultural machinery, the food output per unit area of land is horribly low.
Even a single farmer may not have enough surplus products to feed an urban population that is separated from the land.
Under the ravages of the Black Death, agricultural production has collapsed, and the remaining farmers cannot even feed themselves.
What should the citizens eat?"
In an instant, the wine glasses in everyone's hands fell to the ground with a clatter, and their expressions became even more unpredictable and shocking.
As we all know, since population, power and wealth are concentrated in cities, all the "angel coming" and rescue operations of the time-travelers are staged in central cities.
As for the medieval European countryside, which was sparsely populated and lacking in wealth, it was gorgeously ignored.
Therefore, when the epidemic in Italy's urban agglomerations was gradually brought under control and began to slowly subside, the death frenzy of the Black Death was still spreading in the remote countryside.
From time to time, entire villages were wiped out.
No matter day or night, there are always many people lying dead on the road.
And more people died at home, and the neighbors would not notice it until the bodies rotted and emitted a stinky smell, if the neighbors had not died first.
Even in the Italian Peninsula, which had the highest level of urbanization in Europe at that time, the rural population still accounted for more than 75% of the total population.
Because the agriculture in Europe in the Middle Ages was not developed enough, the poor farmers had no way to squeeze out too much surplus food to supply the excessive urban population after feeding themselves and their lords.
In this case, the rural population died due to the Black Death As the disease rages and continues to die in large numbers, the urban population suffers Thanks to the "angel's arrival", more people survived, then the agricultural production and food supply chain in this area would collapse instantly, leaving those citizens who had just been saved by the "angel" from the plague, secretly rejoicing and overjoyed.
We are about to face the nightmare of another round of total famine.
Alas, for this group of medieval European citizens who had been unlucky for eight lifetimes, this was a real "emergence from the tiger's den and into the wolf's den".
What's even more terrible is that even those farmers who survived the ravages of the plague bacilli and survived by relying on luck and resistance may not continue to farm well in this frightening and desperate era of the Black Death.
According to the traversers, Witnessed with my own eyes, in this horrific disaster During the plague, most farmers saw the end coming, thinking that their death was coming.
They no longer wanted to do farm work, and just used their last time to eat and drink, leaving the wheat and fruits to rot in the fields.
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The cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks fled to unknown places.
Under the haze of death, rural women abandoned their chastity, and rural men forgot their morality, drank and drank day and night, gathered in groups for sexual intercourse, and then died suddenly in a depraved carnival.
Obviously, after the plague has passed, even if some farmers are lucky enough to survive, they may have already delayed their farming work.
After eating all the things they and their neighbors can find, they can only chew bark and grass all the way to the roots.
In the city, there is little left in the competition with the citizens.
Stock up on food, or look forward to government relief.
But in this era, food production is based on a yearly cycle.
Where can the government get this much food to feed all the people for one year so that they can survive until the next round?
Harvesting crops seems like an impossible task The situation is almost the same throughout Europe.
Even if you want to import food with money, you can't find a place to purchase it.
At that time, the rulers of various countries will probably regret it, thinking that there are too many people who have survived the plague and need to eat.
As a result, a considerable number of citizens who have just escaped from the clutches of the Black Death will die of famine in the near future or violence between each other before they have time to cheer and celebrate.
After all, this world is material and pious.
After all, it cannot replace bread.
With hunger and hunger, More and more people are driven crazy by hunger.
Before the next season's food harvest, the social order is bound to collapse again: as a city that requires the continuous input of foreign materials, once the basic logistics system and currency payment system are completed, the order of the city will collapse again.
The rate of collapse is much faster than in the countryside.
All kinds of robber gangs will then become rampant, vying for a piece of bread and hunting any of their kind just to maintain their own lives.
In the countryside where there is still food production, farmers who own land and crops will have to take up arms and kill those who want to get something for nothing, or be killed and looted by them.
Just like the end of many dynasties in China where bandits were rampant, so It was like a tragic scene in hell.
In short, people who are lucky enough to escape the plague will take up arms for their own stomachs.
No matter law, belief or morality, they can stop this brutal fighting for survival.
Mass death will continue until food is available. until the supply gap is closed by death.
As Stalin famously said, death may not solve problems, but it can at least eliminate them What's even more regrettable is that even Doraemon's magical props don't seem to be able to solve such a big problem that affects the whole society.
In fact, they were unable to even stop the Black Death from destroying the European countryside and destroying agricultural production.
Thinking of this, except for a few elementary school students who didn't quite understand, everyone in the restaurant felt a little sad.
They didn't even know whether they should hope that more people would survive the plague, or let them die according to the historical trajectory. , to avoid another disaster of famine and riots.
"From this point of view, what we did in medieval Europe was probably just to pull them out of one hell, take a breath in the world, and then fall into the next purgatory, those who were destined to die.
I’m afraid I’ll die soon.”
After a long silence, Doraemon took a sip of wine while drinking Dorayaki, and then sighed with compassion on his face.
As all the loan sharks were paid off, his moral integrity, which had already hit the bottom, seemed to be starting to slow down again.
The rebound of the epidemic rebounded, "First it gave a glimmer of hope to people who were already desperate, and then pushed them into even deeper despair.
It feels like we are really guilty." oshow7: